Rollin' Deep - Wigton, H. L.
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Hauling cargo across the vastness of space requires a level-headed lunacy most ship'rs have in spades. Ship'r Bax was no exception; a former bandit turned to the legal, more profitable side, she holds her own against the myriad of hazards the job typically entails. But this particular cargo run is turning out to be almost more than she can handle, and it has nothing to do with what's in her pods. Strange electron 'jitter' and whispering bulkheads are driving everyone, including her own AI, half out of their ever-loving mind. Throw some missing ship'rs to the mix, and now things are getting…mehr

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Hauling cargo across the vastness of space requires a level-headed lunacy most ship'rs have in spades. Ship'r Bax was no exception; a former bandit turned to the legal, more profitable side, she holds her own against the myriad of hazards the job typically entails. But this particular cargo run is turning out to be almost more than she can handle, and it has nothing to do with what's in her pods. Strange electron 'jitter' and whispering bulkheads are driving everyone, including her own AI, half out of their ever-loving mind. Throw some missing ship'rs to the mix, and now things are getting complicated. Cultists, lawmen, and ethereal screaming top off the ever-growing list of reasons to curl into a tight ball of misery, but none of that is stopping Bax. To her, the only way out is through. And she's dragging everyone along with her, willing or not. Join Bax and her hitchhiker Daniel as they travel to the edge of mapped space on a rescue mission that promises to be one they'll never forget. Even if they wish they could.
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If you were to look for me, you would find me hovering on the edges, where the sand turns to surf, the forest to meadow, and the madding crowd grows sparse and scattered. Turn your head fast enough, and you may see my shadow slipping around a corner. If you wish to lure me out, leave a stack of books, preferably of theoretical physics, at my last known location. I will slink through the door to fetch them, and an offering of coffee, hot and black, will snare me faster than any bear trap. The promise of a long road trip, where we barely leave the highway, will have me lingering, intrigued and agonizing over routes, day vs. night travel, and if I'll scare you too badly with my cruising speeds. Don't expect much conversation, but be assured that my playlists are top-shelf, as is my audio soundstage. Let's roll.